Invincibility starts from ruling the heaven

Chapter 78

"I can make you refine a powerful physique, not weaker than the Celestial Saint Physique and the Immortal Physique. Are you interested in learning about it?" Mo Xinchen asked with a smile.

Dongfang Ying couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard the words, and looked straight at him. After a long silence, he said, "You and I don't know each other. Why did you help me? Besides, this kind of thing is unbelievable."

Any kind of powerful physique is almost innately formed, how can it be said that tempering can be tempered?
Moreover, according to Mo Xinchen, this kind of physique is not weaker than Lei Qianjue's Immortal Physique and Zhou Tong's Celestial Saint Physique?
How is this possible?
Obviously, Dongfang Ying's first thought was not to believe it, because it was obviously beyond his cognition.

"Since you have heard of me, you should also know about Heavenly Court, right?"

Mo Xinchen smiled, and then continued, "My Heavenly Court has just been established, and there are only three or two disciples."

"You want me to join your court?" Dongfang Ying was startled.

"Yes."

Mo Xinchen nodded, glanced at the magic sword in Dongfang Ying's hand, and continued, "If you want to suppress the magic of this sword so that you don't lose your mind, it is inevitable to seal the sword in a coffin. As long as you join my heavenly court, I will help you How about you quenching into an innate Taoist body, so that you can easily use the coffin as a sheath?"

"Innate Dao Body?"

Dongfang Ying frowned slightly, "What kind of physique is this? How can you help me temper it?"

If what Ning Chuan said is true, Dongfang Ying will definitely agree.

I was swallowed by the magic sword, and I killed many elders in Zixiao, but I suppressed the demonic nature in the sword. Dongfangying also knew that he could no longer return to Zixiao, let alone be Zixiao again. Son of God.

"Don't worry about these things, it's getting dark soon, so why don't you say yes or no?" Mo Xinchen said bluntly.

Dongfang Ying murmured for a long moment, finally looked at him, and said, "If you can really help me seal the sword smoothly, why not agree to you?"

"Then it's settled."

Mo Xinchen smiled, the growth of the Heavenly Court is inevitable, so that he can better protect himself and the Mo family.

Jian Chi Dongfangying, the former holy son of Zixiao Holy Land, and the first genius of Donghuang, if this person is willing to join the Heavenly Court and train him carefully, he will definitely be a great help to him in the future.

"It's getting dark, you should go first, or you will go crazy later, and I don't know how many people will die. I will bring this coffin back to the heavenly court, and then you can come to the heavenly court to find me yourself." Mo Xinchen said.

Dongfang Ying nodded without any hesitation.

This coffin cannot be taken away by oneself, and it is futile to continue to stay here.

"Shh!"

I saw his figure straightened, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a rainbow glow, fled towards the far sky, and disappeared in Fang Tianyu.

"Kakkaka..."

Not long after Dongfang Ying left, Mo Xinchen began to look carefully at the holy coffin. After a while, his Immortal King Body broke out and pushed open the coffin lid with brute force.

Looking around, there is no so-called holy bone in the coffin, but on both sides of the coffin, there is a complex golden pattern emerging.

This is the inheritance and orthodoxy left to those who are destined after the sacred bone is transformed into the Tao. As long as you understand it with your heart, you can understand the inheritance of the saint in this pattern.

But now, Mo Xinchen obviously didn't have the heart to pay attention to these things.

His eyes were attracted by the other things in the coffin. There were many magic treasures buried in the coffin, but most of them had already been weathered and disfigured. With a light pinch, they turned into powder.

However, Mo Xinchen was not without gains. Under these weathered magic weapons, he found a long halberd. The blade of the halberd glowed with a black light, piercing the eyes.

This is a sacred weapon, the blade is sharp, without any damage, and the body of the halberd is also well preserved.

"Although there is no barren weapon, it is not in vain to get a holy weapon." He happily took out the halberd.

The weight of this halberd was unexpected. Even though it had the body of an immortal king, Mo Xinchen took a lot of strength to pick it up.

"No wonder the ancient coffin is so heavy. The coffin itself is a reason, and the halberd is probably also a reason."

Mo Xinchen said to himself, and at the same time, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "With the addition of the Purple Sun Bow, I now have two holy artifacts, so I will call you... Bury the Immortal Halberd..."

In the end, he put away the Immortal Burial Halberd. Because the holy coffin was a bit special, it couldn’t be put into the storage bag. Mo Xinchen could only carry it on his back to reduce the weight of the Immortal Burial Halberd. Now the holy coffin belongs to him. As far as it is concerned, it is not so heavy.

However, this is only because of the Immortal King Physique. If someone else does not have such a strong physique, it is really difficult to carry this holy coffin.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

He carried the holy coffin behind his back, and walked down the mountain. With every step, the whole ground trembled, which was enough to show how amazing the weight of the coffin was.

Fortunately, the Immortal King has infinite physical strength, which is nothing to Mo Xinchen.

He walked down the mountain along the way he came, and after a while, he passed through the barrier and returned to the foot of the mountain.

"Out!"

All around, everyone was waiting here and did not leave. When Mo Xinchen appeared, everyone looked over.

"The coffin of the saint?"

Many people couldn't help squinting their eyes when they saw the ancient coffin he was carrying.

"Good guy, you actually carried out other people's coffins." Liu Mubai and Wang Ruyuan walked up immediately.

After carefully looking at it for a while, Liu Mubai couldn't help but said, "Have you opened it?"

Mo Xinchen nodded, but remained silent.

Seeing this, everyone around couldn't help but look at each other, and someone couldn't help but stand up, "Is there a holy bone in this coffin?"

"No." Mo Xinchen shook his head.

"The purpose of the tomb is to find people who are destined to pass down the Taoism, and the so-called Taoism is a kind of Taoist pattern left after the sacred bone is transformed into Taoism. Naturally, there are no bones in the coffin." An old man from a certain holy place said Generally speaking.

"Is the Dao pattern in the holy coffin?" When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but their eyes brightened.

The old man nodded and continued, "It's not just the Dao pattern inheritance, the saints are buried with at least one holy soldier, and most of them are also in the coffin."

"Saint Soldier!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help showing a fiery look on their faces.

Mo Xinchen was silent, squinting his eyes, and said to Wang Ruyuan and Liu Mubai, "Let's go."

"Ah."

The two nodded, naturally knowing that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"slow!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man stood up. He looked at Mo Xinchen and said, "May I ask Xiaoyou Mo, what is the holy soldier in this coffin?"

"Why should I tell you?" Mo Xinchen glanced at the other party and said lightly.

(End of this chapter)